[Cutting him short by leading him to the fireplace.] Robbie——
Roope.
Hey?
Philip.
[Grimly, dropping his voice.] Are you hungry?
Roope.
Dear excellent friend, since you put the question so plainly, I don't mind avowing that I am—devilish hungry. Why——?
Philip.
There may be a slight delay, old chap.
Roope.